#Thank you Plague Mom 🥺

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Chapter 2- Awakening

Summary: There was once a time in his life where knocking on your front door was the best part of Frankie's day. Now, the thought of having to ring your doorbell to face you makes him sick to his stomach.

Word Count: 4.1K

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (no use of y/n, reader has a name/nickname)

Warnings: (the tiniest hint of) smut (18+), illusions to masturbation (m), angst/regret, fluff, awkward adolescent yearning (I have quickly come to learn this is my favorite thing to write whoops), Frankie realizing he's caught a case of the ✨feelings ✨ and doesn't know what to do

A/N: Less than 10K word chapters?!? Posting a series on a schedule?!?! I don't even know who I am anymore?!?! AH, thank you guys for all your sweet words about this series so far. Writing this has sparked such a joy inside me, and it means so much that y'all are willing to read my silly lil story 🥺💛 This chapter is from Frankie's POV- I know the first chapter had both reader and Frankie, but as I've been writing, it seems like it fits the story better if some are both POV's and some are just one!

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Frankie, Present 

“Bring these next door.” 

His mother doesn’t even ponder the idea of phrasing it as a question when she practically drops the plate of chocolate chip cookies into Frankie’s lap. 

“Ma, it’s 7:30 in the morning.” Frankie looks up at her dumbfounded. 

“And? You’ve never eaten a cookie for breakfast when you’re sad? Go now, they’re still warm.” 

There’s no way he’ll be able to head anywhere but straight out his front door, but Christ, he at least hoped he would have been able to buy himself a little time before having to face you.

“I just got back from a run. I smell like shit. Can I at least shower first, por favor?” 

“Fine,” she groans, reluctant to give in so easily, “but be quick. Don’t think I won’t turn the hot water off, mijo. I don’t want these getting cold.”

She knows her son would take an hour long shower if he could. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’s spent way too long in the bathroom, over analyzing every inch of himself before going to see you. His mom isn’t sure if she should thank you or not for her son’s dedication to hygiene. She could barely get him to shower for the first 10 years of his life, but after you moved in, a few days before the start of 6th grade, bathing had magically no longer become an issue. 

Frankie understands her threat of an ice cold shower is very real, and a very effective way to finally get him four doors down. He lets the hot water wash over his skin, turning it to a temperature that’s almost too painful to stand. He hopes that somehow, it’s hot enough to wash away all the sins he’s prayed you’d forgive him for, that the regret of every poor decision he’s been plagued by washes down the drain, disappearing never to be seen again. 

He wishes it was that easy. That a simple shower would grant him the forgiveness he’s not sure you’ll ever give him. He wouldn’t blame you if you never did. 

He forces himself to put on the first pair of shorts and t-shirt that he pulls out of his suitcase. If he doesn’t, he’ll be stuck in his room for the rest of the day trying to figure out what to wear to bring a plate of cookies to your doorstep. 

“You should apologize, you know.” It’s the first thing his mom has to say to him as he makes his way down the stairs, barely three steps into the kitchen before she’s at his throat again. 

“For bringing them dessert at 7:30 in the morning? I was planning on it.” Frankie huffs, trying to deflect the plan for the real apology he knows he should be making. 

“Dios mio, Francisco, you know what I mean. I hope you’ve thought about how you’re going to explain yourself to her. You owe that girl an apology for the hell you’ve put her through.” 

Frankie can’t blame his mother for the way she’s twisting the knife that’s stuck in his gut. He’s the one who put it there in the first place. 

“I know. I’ve thought about it, believe me.” 

They both know that’s the truth. Frankie’s spent more hours than he can count thinking about what possible combination of words he can string together that won’t make you hate him anymore than you already do. In fact, he’s spent so long thinking about it, replaying the million and one things he could say to you over and over in his head, that he’s convinced there’s nothing he could tell you that would buy him even a shred of forgiveness. 

“Fuck you, Mackenzie. Fuck you for ruining my life. It’ll be better off without you fucking in it.” 

Three years ago, he disappeared out of your life and those were the last words he left you with. He's spent three years of letting the last thing he had to say you haunt him like some sort of ugly ghost he can't forget.

At this point, there's a part of him that's not even sure he's worthy of forgiveness.

“Mom?” Frankie asks, eyes peeled to the ground, trying to keep his voice from breaking, “Am I making a huge fucking mistake coming back here?” 

“Well mijo,” She pauses, gently cradling her son’s face, lifting his chin enough to let his tired, worn eyes meet hers, “That, I cannot tell you. Some things you have to figure out on your own. I think this is one of them. But what I can tell you,” she stops again, ensuring Frankie is listening, really listening to what she has to say, “is that you have never been one to leave things unfinished. I think there are still things left to finish here for you, Francisco.”  

The slow nod of his head in her palm tells her he’s heard every word. He knows he needs to finish what he’s started. 

“You also need to finish bringing these cookies to the Andersons, sí? Don’t think I forgot.”   

“Didn’t think you would.” 

Frankie’s not sure the walk to your house has ever felt this long. Every step against the pavement makes his feet feel heavier, weighing his body down, its final attempt at keeping him from showing up at your front door. It takes every ounce of strength he has left to get him there, but he does. He won’t himself fail you again. He can’t. 

When he knocks on your door, he’s suddenly 11 years old, palms sweating and heart racing as he rings your doorbell for the first time, hoping the cool girl who moved in down the street still wants to play football with him. 

Right now, he’d give anything to be that 11 year old boy again. God, what he’d give to grab little him by the shoulders and shake all of the stupid decisions he plans on making in the years to come right out of him. He’d give anything for someone to come shake the stupid out of him now.

Seconds pass like hours as he waits for someone to answer his knock. Maybe it won’t be you who does. Maybe he’ll get lucky and it'll be your mom. Maybe your dad, who is sitting on his literal deathbed, will be blessed with some divine miracle that grants him the strength to get up and answer the door instead of you. 

“Be right there!” 

He’d recognize your voice anywhere. It’s been three years since he’s heard it. Even with all the time that’s passed, there’s not a doubt in his mind he knows it’s yours. 

Fuck, he’s missed the sound of you more than he’d ever like to admit.  

He braces himself as the lock clicks on the other side of the door. The knot in his stomach tightens as he watches it open. 

His heart wants to burst out of his chest when you finally appear on the other side. 

“F-Frankie?” 

“Hi, Mackenzie.” 

Frankie, Fall of 2002, Age 14

It’s been 3 years, and Frankie still rings your doorbell every time he’s at your front door. Both you and your parents have been more than adamant he’s welcome to let himself in, at this point, they leave the door unlocked just for him. 

As much as he wants to just slip through the front door unannounced to see you, he knows his mom would kill him if he didn’t wait to be let in and make his presence known. 

“Francisco, I do not care how often you are over there, you are a guest in their home. If they are gracious enough to let you over, the least you can do is use your manners and greet them at the door.” 

Frankie’s always been polite, but the world would stop spinning before his mother would let anyone else even have an inkling of thinking otherwise. 

Truth be told, he doesn’t mind. He’d be hard pressed to find any 14 year old who didn’t have some sort of complaint about their parents, but you never really do, and he can see why. 

They’re your parents, and he loves his mamá more than life, but the Anderson’s had taken Frankie under their wing from the moment he had crossed the threshold from their patio to their living room and never looked back. 

It didn’t take long for the three toned chime of your doorbell to become the favorite part of his daily routine. 

“Hi Frankie! Come on in, honey.” 

Mrs. Anderson has that soft kind of sweetness that would make anyone’s day brighter, the kind of gentleness that a gardener has when tending to a field of their favorite flowers. She’s the type of person that would put anyone before herself, to a fault. It’s no wonder that given the circumstances, a house that should be shrouded in sadness is one of the places that Frankie feels the happiest. 

“Thanks Mrs. Anderson. Can I put this in the freezer for Kenz? I figured she may want it when she gets home later.” Frankie gestures down to the chocolate chip cookie dough Blizzard he’s holding, trying to keep it from melting any further. 

It’s become a sacred ritual that every Friday night, you and him ride your bikes to the Dairy Queen two miles down the road. He always gets an Oreo Blizzard, you, a chocolate chip cookie dough one. On the few Friday nights you can’t spend together, it’s an unspoken agreement that a Blizzard will still end up in the other’s freezer for the next day. It’s only happened once that a cookie dough Blizzard hasn’t been found in your residence within 24 hours of the start to your weekend- the one time Frankie was out of town to visit his family, you were pleasantly surprised to find not one, but two Blizzards in your freezer on Monday night upon his return. 

 “Frank the Tank! How’s it going, buddy?” 

It’s always nice to see your dad up and around the house. His cancer has taken a lot of things from him, but his personality certainly isn’t one of them. Some bouts of chemo and treatment are worse than others, but it never ceases to keep Mr. Anderson from being the happiest man Frankie’s ever met. You always tease Frankie that he comes over to your house so often just so he can spend time with your dad. While of course it’s not 100% true that Doug Anderson is the only reason Frankie finds himself at your doorstep nearly every day, he also won’t deny the sense of comfort it brings him that your dad treats him like his own son. 

“Hi Mr. Anderson!” Frankie smiles, shoving your Blizzard in the top left corner of your freezer between the ice packs and frozen vegetables. 

“Another Blizzard for me? Always so generous, Frank. I’m convinced you might start running a Dairy Queen out of our kitchen pretty soon.” Mr. Anderson teases, giving Frankie a light punch to the shoulder. “How’d your algebra test go the other day, bud?” 

“Pretty good, I think.” Frankie shrugs, trying to play off his confidence. 

“Think you got a higher score than Kenzie?” 

“I think so. But don’t tell her that.” 

“Oh believe me, I will. Smart kid like you has gotta put her in her place every once and a while.” 

Frankie blushes. School has never been his strong suit. He’s smart in the way he could fix just about anything from the time he could barely walk, but sitting in a classroom trying to absorb information through reading, taking notes and test taking has always made him feel like an idiot. You, on the other hand, could graduate in your sleep with straight A’s. He’s not sure how you do it, but it’s enough motivation to make him want to at least try. He thanks his lucky stars that this year, math is finally starting to make sense, and he’s got the upper hand on you for now. 

“Is Kenz upstairs? I know she’s got her soccer banquet tonight, I just wanted to hang out for a little before she has to go.” 

Normally he wouldn’t mind staying longer to talk to your dad, but on days he knows he’s working on a limited time table, efficiency is of the essence. 

“Should be. If not, we have a problem on our hands.” 

Frankie scurries from the kitchen and through the living room, up the familiar and well traveled path to your bedroom door. His heart always races a little faster every time he reaches the top step to the second floor. 

Normally, it’s three long strides to cross the threshold into your bedroom before he plops himself on the edge of your bed, but as he takes a left turn at the top of the stairwell, he’s surprised to find your bedroom door is closed, and locked. 

“Kenz! It’s me! Open up!” Frankie raps his fist on the back of your door, knuckles thumping against the wood. 

“Not now, Frankie!” 

He’s taken aback by your protest, scrunching his brow at your response and the distress in your voice through the other end of the door. 

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” He asks, now a little more concerned. 

“It’s just- Ugh! It’s nothing! It’s stupid, okay! I just don’t have time for this right now!” 

You and him both know that’s not enough to get him to leave. Frankie is persistent. He’s not going anywhere until you open that door and he gets an answer as to what’s making you so upset. 

“C’mon, MacKenzie.” 

He only pulls the full name card for serious occasions, because he knows it’ll work. It’ll work every time. That’s why he can’t help but smirk at the click of your door handle unlocking, giving him permission to step inside. 

Except he can’t. 

“Kenz, get off the door and let me in!” 

“I’m not on the door! Ugh, hold on.” 

With the force Frankie was using, he nearly falls flat on his face as the barricade you’d built on your side of the door is removed, stumbling into your room and landing face first in a pile of clothes. As he looks up, he’s greeted with a sight he’s never once seen before in your room, and he has no idea what to make of it. 

“Jesus Christ, dude, what happened in here?!” 

To say a bomb had exploded in your closet would have been a polite way to put it. Every piece of clothing you owned was now a casualty on your bedroom floor, down to every last pair of shoes. You could barely stand to have a singular, stray sock on the ground, your bedroom always the near picture perfect scene of immaculately neat. So to see the disaster your room had become, Frankie knew that something had gone very, very wrong. 

“I don’t have anything to wear for tonight!” 

“Yeah you do, have you seen all the clothes on your floor? I think you have enough clothes for a small village.” 

“Francisco!” 

If she’s already pulling the full name card on him too, it must be serious. 

“Sorry! Is this because of the end of the season soccer party tonight? I thought you said you were just gonna wear like, a skirt or something?” 

Frankie’s never even contemplated the idea of you being upset over an outfit. You’d always been amicable in the wardrobe department- t-shirt, shorts, sneakers, same has him. This is uncharted territory for the both of you. 

“Yeah, but then at lunch today Katie and Morgan said all of the Seniors want to dress up, like, really nice, and now I’m freaking out because I don’t know what to wear and I don’t wanna look like an idiot Freshman who shows up in something dumb.” 

Frankie knows you’re stressed from how intensely you’re picking at the skin around your nails, leg bouncing furiously while your eyes dart around the room at the heaps of clothes stacked around the floor. 

“You’re not gonna look dumb, Kenzie. You’re the only Freshman that’s made the Varsity soccer team in like, a million years. Hard to look stupid if you’re that good.” 

It may not be much help, but it’s at least enough to bring you off the brink of tears. 

“I guess,” you pause, too stubborn to admit that he’s right, “It’s just- all the other girls on the team are so pretty. When we’re playing it doesn’t matter ‘cause we’re all sweaty and gross, but- I don’t know, I feel like I’m gonna look so awkward next to everyone.” 

But you are pretty. 

It’s the first thought that pops into Frankie’s brain. He’s not sure how it got there so fast. All of a sudden he feels a hundred degrees hotter, hoping you won’t notice the way he visibly tries to shake the thought out of his head.. 

Where did that come from? She’s your friend, Frankie. Your best friend. She’s not pretty, she’s just MacKenzie. 

“You won’t look awkward, you’re gonna be fine. I promise.” He’s relieved his response doesn’t seem to raise any suspicions, like you would have been able to read his mind and watch his thinking play out in real time. 

“If I um- If I- Never mind, this is stupid! Ugh, this is stupid.” 

You’re pacing now, arms crossed so tightly over your chest, he’s worried you’re going to squeeze your own eyes out like one of those little squishy toys you win from a claw machine. That’s if you don’t burn a hole in your carpet first. 

“What?” 

“If I-” You stammer again, scrunching your face at your own frustration, “If I try on what I think I should wear, will you tell me if it looks dumb or not?” 

You’ve asked Frankie plenty for plenty of favors in the three years you’ve known him- being the one to lead the two of you home on a bike ride in the dark, opening your pudding for you at lunch because it exploded on you once and you’re terrified it will again, catching the giant spider that makes a recurrence in the top right corner of your bedroom and throwing it out the window- He’s not sure why out of all those things, this is the most terrifying favor you’d ever asked of him. 

“Y-yeah. Okay.” 

The two of you quietly nod at each other for a moment, Frankie hoping that he’s not the only one who’s wondering why the air has all of a sudden seemed to have gotten thicker. 

“Okay. Well, um- turn around.” You point for him to take his usual spot on the edge of the bed, ensuring that his back’s to you and eyes only have the choice to roam the floor or the wall above your desk before he hears the shuffling of clothes behind him. 

It’s then that everything starts to move in slow motion, like a flip has suddenly switched in Frankie’s brain as a wave of unsolicited thoughts begin to flood his head, feeling himself drown in the panic and confusion that’s washing over him. 

What if he did turn around? You’re probably taking off your clothes right now. Are you in just your underwear? What color is it? Maybe you’re all the way naked. What would you look like? Why does he all of a sudden want to know so bad? What’s wrong with him? 

In his manic state, his eyes are darting everywhere, trying to find something to lock onto that will shake him from whatever obscene cycle of thought he’s caught himself in. He instantly regrets when he lets his gaze fall to his feet, because peeking out of the pile of clothes beneath him is the better part of a bra. 

Your bra. 

He feels so awful that he can’t stop looking at it. So guilty that he can’t help the fact he’s trying to commit every detail of it to his brain- the teal and green polka dots, the thin lace that covers the shoulder strap, the little bow that sits in between the two cups where your breasts would go. He can’t stop staring. He can’t stop thinking about  what you would look like in it. The only thing that stops him is hearing your voice from over his shoulder. And somehow, your voice only makes his chest feel tighter. 

“You promise you won’t make fun of me if I look stupid?” Your words are so soft, delicate and fragile in a way he’s never heard you use them before. However scared you are, right now, Frankie would be willing to take that feeling and triple it for himself. 

“Promise.” 

His eyes are still closed when he swings his legs over the other edge of the bed. He’s too afraid to open them. 

“You’re gonna have to open your eyes, unless you’ve suddenly obtained x-ray vision that you haven’t told me about in the last thirty seconds.” 

The way you tease him grounds him enough to give in. It doesn’t ground him enough from leaving him speechless the moment he opens his eyes. 

“Kenz… You uh, you- um-” 

He’s stumbling over his words, trying to find them fast enough to stop the disappointment that’s flooding over your face because you think he hates the way you look. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

“I look dumb, don’t I? It’s fine, Frankie, you can just say it.” You’re back to pacing again, storming around your room with a desperate, crazed look in your eye. “Ugh! This sucks! Why is this so hard, I just wanna-” 

“You look really pretty.” 

It stops you dead in your tracks. He can almost hear how hard you gulp, looking back at him like a deer in headlights. 

“W-what?” 

You ask it like you didn’t hear exactly what he said. He knows you did. You always do. It doesn’t stop him from trying to twist his words to help him out of the hole he’s already dug himself into. 

“Your- Your dress. It looks really nice. You should wear it.” 

He’s not sure how much time passes as the two of you finally lock eyes. Thirty seconds? Ten minutes? An hour? The way you’re looking at him right now is enough to make his world stop turning. It only makes it worse that he swears he can see your lips trying to fight the smile that’s slowly curling in the corner of your mouth. 

“MacKenzie! We need to go, sweetie! Dad and I will meet you in the car!” 

Frankie doesn’t know if it’s divine intervention or a devilish curse that your mom is calling for you from the bottom of the stairs. Whatever it is, it’s enough to snap both of you out of the strange spell that had overcome your bedroom and make Frankie feel like the only appropriate response was to race out of your house and hide in embarrassment for the next forty-eight hours. 

“I should um- I should go, too. Santi’s probably waiting for me at his house. Have fun tonight, okay?” 

“Yeah, o-okay. You have fun, too. Tell Ding Dong I say hi. See you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.” 

Frankie’s in a trance the rest of the night. Physically, he spends the next few hours in Santi’s basement, glued to the couch while his friend yells at him that he’s not using the right combination of moves to max out his points in Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3. Mentally, he’s convinced he no longer exists on the same planet as anyone else around him.

When he gets home, all he can do is stare at his ceiling. If he closes his eyes to try to fall asleep, the only thing he can see is that teal and green bra laying on your bedroom floor.

He wishes the thought of you in it didn’t make his stomach churn. He wishes it wasn’t you he was picturing when he lets his hand creep below the waistband of his sweatpants. He wishes it wasn’t your name he was muttering under his breath as he makes a mess in hand, hips stuttering into his grasp. 

He wishes it wasn’t you. 

At least that’s what he tells himself. Maybe one day, it’ll work. 

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a little thank you for mom’s donations

As a thank you, as I don’t have much to give, I wanted to extend the offer to anyone who donated for my mom’s teeth to read some stories earlier than I’ll be publishing online 🥺 maybe a week early access? I made a discord server. If you don’t have discord, I’m happy to just message you the link to the docs that will be shared.

I’d just message you myself but I don’t know whose username is tied to which donation name 😅

Goes without saying this is just for adult humans.

In no particular order here are the stories I’ll be offering early access to; I may add to this but I won’t be taking away

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✧Angel’s Alastor - RadioDust smut💦 (already posted)

Angel imagines Alastor is his costar in a naughty film. Luckily he has just the toy to help him get into the scene.

✧The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice Part 5 (and a smutty ‘deleted scene’) - Alastor x Fem Reader / Valentino x Fem Reader smut💦 (👀💦 just trust me okay?) (posting Sunday)

Now that you are settled into your new life with Alastor in hell, you have a promise to keep.

deleted scene - Alastor gets sentimental and uncharacteristically loud

✧A Doe in Fall Part 8 - Human Alastor x Burlesquer Fem Reader smut💦 ? (in progress)

nah you’ll know when you know but Brady is up to some fuckery

✧Wrapped Around Your Finger Part Deux - Sub Alastor x Dom Gender Neutral Reader smut💦 (not started because I had to do radiodust asap)

Alastor is plagued by memories of your stare, of your hands, of the way you hated him when he made you mad. He needs you to punish him more. To punish him deeper than before.

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If you donate after I post this, please just send me either the name of the PayPal account who donated or a screenshot. Any donation counts, every dollar is a dollar we didn’t have before. But I will be posting the stories at least a week after they go live on discord so you may not be getting as much early access as time goes on.

I welcome any ideas on other ways to say thank you :)

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

Will there be a pt. 2 to “Watch My Heart Burn” I’m living for the angst 🥺

WATCH MY HEART BURN PT 2. ( Wednesday x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! Yes there will be! <3 pairing: Tyler Galpin x Fem! Reader, Wednesday Addams x Tyler Galpin prompt: based on ‘Watch’ by Billie Eilish key: h/c = hair color, e/c = eye color, f/n = father’s name, b/n = brother’s name, Kent & Divina = Bianca’s Siren buddies word count : 800+ words

When you call my name, do you think I'll come runnin'?

The sadness had melted away quickly, leaving only an icy bitterness. Her brother’s words ringing in her head, ‘Tyler’s just another dick normie’. He was right, Tyler was one. He wasn’t a friend after all. He was just another dick normie who liked to fuck with ‘freaks’ like her. 

Blinking away her thoughts, she tightens her grip on Divina’s arm, trying not to show too much of her discomfort. Even though she wanted to avoid Tyler like he was the plague, she couldn’t. It was a small town⎯with one coffee shop, and quite frankly, she needed coffee to function. 

“You sure you’ll be okay?” Divina asks, a unsure look on her face.

“Yeah, if he’s there then it’s a shame. But, I’m pretty sure that Xavier is working there today.” She argues, “Maybe, I’ll get Xavier at the cash register. Maybe, I won’t have to deal with him.”  

“Let’s hope. But, seriously. If it’s too soon or too much, don’t force yourself. I’m not gonna make you stick around.” Divina reminds, making her hum.

“I can’t avoid him forever⎯unfortunately⎯But, I need to prove that a normie like him has no control over me.” Y/n explains, “I’m going. I’m going to order my coffee. And I’m going to give him the cold shoulder. Plain and simple.” 

Walking inside the cafe, the smell of fresh coffee fills her senses, along with the light tang of chocolate croissants that lingered in the air. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she keeps her head up high, her eyes locked on the menu. Today was a new day. She now knew his true colors. 

So, why did she have to be the bigger person? Why couldn’t she be a little petty? A little bitter? Walking up to the counter, Divina nudges her side, a warning look on her face. One that says, ‘Please, don’t say or do anything mean. We don’t want him ruining our drinks.’ 

“Hey, Y/n! How you’ve been⎯” He asks, flashing her a big smile.

“I’ll have a coffee, two sugars and one pump of vanilla creamer.” She cuts in coldly, “I’ll have it in a to-go cup, name is Y/n. Thanks.” 

“I⎯um⎯Okay? I⎯ah⎯I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” He asks, stuttering.

“How much will that be?” She asks, ignoring him.

“Three dollars, but seriously what’s up? Did I do something wrong or..?” 

Yes, there was something wrong. But, clearly it wasn’t ‘important’ enough to stick in his mind. Fishing out a five dollar bill out of her pocket, she drops the bill on the counter, refusing to get even an inch closer to him than she already was. Letting go of Divina’s arm, she whispers about ���seeing her at the table’, turning her nose up. She breaks eye contact with him. Her eyes darted to the free table at the entrance of the cafe. 

“Keep the change.” She grunts over her shoulder. 

You never did the same..

Letting out a small snort at his shitty joke, she flips a strand of hair over her shoulder, her cheeks flushing a bright red. Even though she wasn’t as well acquainted with Kent as she was with Divina. She’d admit that she was really enjoying his company. 

Feeling eyes drill into the side of her head, she shifts her eyes from Kent to the busying cafe, seeing Xavier staring at her. She sends him a friendly small wave and smile, earning one back from him. Turning her eyes back to Kent, there's a slight flush to his cheeks from how hard he had been laughing. 

“So what are you going to do this winter?” He questions, taking a sip of his coffee. 

“Oh, B/n and I are going with Dad to our grandparents. Mom should be back a few days before Christmas, along with our Aunts and Uncles.” She explains, making him hum. 

“That’s cool! We’re traveling upstream to visit Mom’s salt water relatives.” He explains, “Are you at least excited for your grandparents?” 

“Yeah, I just can’t wait to hear, ‘F/n, how’s the wife doing? Oh, she’s in Romania? Guess, you’re stuck babysitting?’. So much fun.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

“Could be worse! Divina and I have to deal with, ‘Oh, you really let your scales get that bad?’ and ‘Well that’s a choice?’. It’s the worst I tell you!” He rants, “Don’t get me started on the looks that they send our ways.”

Cringing at the sound of his family reunion, she knew that her family reunions were horrid, but that just sounded a thousand times worse! Her family were seers and that was dreadful enough. They’d rant and critique their choices, saying how it ‘changed their fate for the worst’. But a house full of Siren’s? No thanks. 

Offering him an apologetic smile, he waves off her smile with a shake of his head. Opening her mouth to speak, she’s cut off by Tyler approaching their table, a stern look on his face. Nope. Nope. Nope. She was not going to deal with this. She wasn’t about to let him try to make up an excuse for his behavior. 

“Can we talk?” He asks, making her scoff.

“No.” She grunts out, bluntly.

“Great⎯Wait what?” He asks, a shocked look on his face.

“I said, no. I have nothing to say to you.” She argues, “So please leave us alone. We’re having a private conversation.” 

Opening his mouth to argue, she raises a hand, glaring daggers at him. She was not about to deal with this. She made the mistake of being friends with him. But, now she has learned a lesson. He was not to be trusted. Looking over at Kent, he’s glaring daggers at Tyler, relief fills her at the sight. She’d thought he’d think she was too much. Or taking things too far. But, it was nice to know that he was on her side in this situation. It was refreshing.

“But⎯” He tries, but she cuts him off. 

“We’re not friends. This is incredibly inappropriate.” She argues, “Now, like I said. Can you please leave me alone?” 

“Y/n..” 

“No, you hurt me Tyler and I’m not going to listen to any excuses. I’m moving on and I don’t see you⎯nor do I want you in my life anymore. So, like I said, leave me alone.” She argues, her voice icy and stern.

So good at givin' me nothin'..

[meowriddler]

Heyyy!!! Started reading your Edward stuff a little while ago and omg I love your writing! Was wonder if I could possibly request something with our boy Klitzy with a plus size!reader? Maybe Klitz finally has the balls to confess to reader and reader like rly rly likes him back but they’re like “but why me?” cause they’ve never really had anyone like them before? maybe they’re worried Klitz is just prancing them or smth? I’m projecting majorly rn I’m so sorry 😭

A/n: My beautiful lovely anon I deeply apologize for how late this request is, thank u for being my first request I really do hope u enjoy this ( also ur not projecting or anything luv dw )

( big shoutout to my best friend sky for helping me with this 🫶🥺)

Warnings: a hint of angst, both reader and klitz are a bit insecure

From the start~

Tim Klitz x plus size reader

Another year passes by and he still hasn’t uttered those three little words to you. You and Klitz have been friends ever since freshman year when you first came to the school, and being the new kid sucked with no one to talk to, you settled on just giving up. As all hope was lost, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Looking back at the source, it was a cute but awkward-looking boy with this bowl haircut that his mom most likely did herself and those tiny little glasses that made him look more nerdy than ever. He flinches back as if you were the one who tapped him on the shoulder. He offers you a sheepish smile. His voice cracks a bit before speaking (that made you giggle). "Um, you must be the new student, well, obviously you are since the teacher literally just introduced you”. "Um, ok, that was a dumb question. "Anyways, I’m klitz,” he offered his hand for you to shake while smiling that damn smile, giving you butterflies.

That was how everything started. He introduced you to Matt and Eli (you had to admit you did not like Eli at the start with his crude comments on your body, which made Klitz want to throw hands with him).

But today was the day Klitz felt brave enough to confess to you (also from the constant harassment he gets from his friends to finally confess). He had everything planned out; he had texted you the night before to meet him in this beautiful park. Hopefully the green scenery would be romantic enough for you.

While Klitz was waiting for your arrival, he couldn't shake off that dreadful feeling of you not liking him back. In a way that he liked you, that is. He was ridden with overzealous anxieties about his confession, breaking your friendship apart. Too many what-if's and but's are running through his mind now, making him shake his head to get rid of the thoughts going through his head. As you showed up in the distance, his gaze averted to where you stood. There you were, in all of your glory, looking as breathtaking as ever. Kliz's vision started dissipating, but he drew in a slow, deep breath to keep his cool. 

In the distance, you saw Klitz standing beside a park bench, detailed with wood and well-constructed metal. You could feel yourself getting nervous as well as he was ever since you got that text message from Klitz. The night before was still plaguing your mind with overthinking, wondering what could have been so important that he would have wanted to meet you at this really nice park all alone. 

You walked towards him, your hands fidgeting slightly as your eyes scanned the park until they landed upon him. 
"Hey, Klitzy!" 
You cheerfully say this despite the nervous churn in your stomach. You might have been thinking that he had finally found out your feelings towards him, which is causing you a bit of panic, wondering what he might think of you. 

"O-Oh! Hey, y/n, you actually came." Klitz seemed a bit surprised. "H-How are you doing?" 
“ God, why can't I just talk right for once?" He thought to himself when he spoke nervously, facepalming internally.

You softly laughed at his nervousness, which was reassuring to know that he too was nervous.

"I'm doing great! "What about you?" You said it with a nervous but inviting smile on your face. Your cheeks made your eyes squint slightly whenever you smiled. 

"I'm good; thank you for asking." His smile was uncertain, but a genuine one at least. His fingers tapped the side of his leg nervously while he looked at you, occasionally looking away.

"It's no problem," You two stood there for a bit until you broke the silence in the park. "So why did you want to meet up?" You asked curiously, hoping that it was something silly like a school project. 

"Well, um, I-" Klitz's eyebrows tensed slightly, feeling nervous and unsure of his confession. He took in a deep breath, which made you seem a bit confused about what could have gotten him so jumbled up. His eyes were closed for a moment, opening as he exhaled. 
"I-I know it's a little sudden, but I've always had feelings for you." You could feel your heartbeat quicken just as much as he was starting to when he said these few words. 
"Ever since we became friends, well, actually ever since I first saw you," Klits let out a nervous laugh in between his speeches. "I've been afraid to say anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I don't want to be just friends. His face was a bit red as he stumbled over his words. A slight moment of silence was shared while you looked at him with curious, nervous, widened eyes as he confessed to you. "What I'm trying to say is that I like you, y/n."

You stared at him for a bit more as a smirk crept onto your face, starting out with a giggle then progressing into a humbling laugh.

"Wait, why are you laughing?" Klitz's face went from nervous to confused, feeling a bit defeated by your laughter at his confession. It took him a few days to even build up the courage to even invite you to the park in the first place. "What's so funny?" He was genuinely confused about why you would be laughing at him. 

As your laughter died down, you looked up at Klitz, who wasn't laughing with you; he was looking at you quite hurt and upset with your reaction. "You're joking, right?" You questioned me with a raised eyebrow. 

"I-" Klitz was looking at you with his mouth slightly open, letting his eyes flutter for a few blinks. "No, I was." He shook his head and sighed sharply before shaking his head. "You know what, never mind." Klitz turned on his heel to walk off before he could make a fool of himself any longer until you grabbed ahold of his wrist before he could storm off anywhere.

"N-No, Klitz Wait, I'm sorry." You holding onto his wrist sent a striking feeling through his spine, making his heart flutter ever more. He turned back to you slowly as the hope in his eyes returned when you stopped him from walking off. 

"I didn't know if you were joking or not; I never get asked out genuinely." You held onto his wrist a bit longer before he turned back to you, letting go of it when you came face to face with him again. "I wouldn't have thought that someone would really have eyes for me." You muttered under your breath, seeming a bit sorrowful but pleased to know that the person you liked had genuine interest in you. 

Klitz tilted his head slightly in a bit of confusion. He was still anxious, to say the least, but he was more interested in what you meant, showing a hint of concern for you as well. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, Im.. y'know." You looked down and shrugged, seeing your body discourage your thoughts on his confession. "Not fit for societal standards." 

It took him a moment to process what you meant until he had an 'aha' moment, noticing that you were commenting on your body. Klitz was a mess, to say the least. The effect you had on him should be a crime, the way his whole body broke into a cold sweat at the slight attention you so gracefully offered him. Klitz never viewed himself as a good-looking hell; he even considered himself ugly, but seeing you act this way baffles him. Who wouldn't want to be with you? You always found ways to light up a room with your presence alone, always finding ways to make him feel better about himself. It upsets him greatly to know you don't view yourself the way he sees you because you're anything but special. He could still recall the day he first laid eyes on you, as if Cupid flew in and shot an arrow through his beating heart. 

"Y/N, you are beautiful; you don't have to worry about so-called'societal standards." His eyebrows tensed, looking concerned about your self-image. "Don't take me as someone who would think that about you." Klitz moved a bit closer to you, feeling compelled to hold onto your hand to comfort you and as a way to show how passionate he felt towards you. 

"I'm just afraid that you would see me as I see myself." You muttered, looking off towards the plains of the park while the birds chirped a subtle song.

Klitz's nervousness never failed to return; he wanted to compliment and reassure you so desperately, so he held his breath, his shoulders tensing up as he gazed at your stunning complexion. "However you see yourself... I'm sure it's just you overthinking." Klitz quickly turned away with a reddened face. "If you could only see how you look in my eyes, you'd understand why I'd ever confess." His voice was ridden with nerves, making him stumble upon his words. "Come on, grow a pair; this isn't the time to be nervous." You couldn't tell, but he was slapping himself in the face inside his mind.

You suddenly felt a pair of lips collide against yours. The kiss was a bit clumsy but sweet, no less. You were shocked, to say the least, but that didn’t stop you from smiling at the kiss, and soon your eyes fluttered to a close. You rested your hand on his cheek and let out a blissful hum, still enraptured by the intimacy you both were sharing. But eventually u pull away feeling so many emotions at the same time, good emotions, though u look up at klitzy, who was now wearing the same expression as yours but slightly different, it looked worried as if he didn’t think u might’ve actually liked him back before u could utter anything out klitz starts spitting out apologizes like there is no end to them.

I-I’m so sorry I-knew this was a dumb idea a-and I shouldn’t have k-kissed u like that I-I’m really sorry. Before anymore pointless sorrys could come out of his trembling self, you tugged down the collar of his shirt, now facing you at eye level, as you gently placed your soft lips on his, making sure to put every single loving molecule that is in your body through that damn kiss. As you slowly separated from each other, you look up at him.

Nothing but admiration was behind those small dorky glasses he never grew out of; no words were exchanged between you, just loving glances as you lean onto him, touching temples. You whisper back to him those sweet three little words Kiltzy was aching to hear.

He finally grew some balls and said those three words 👍🤓

A/n thank u so much for reading I really hope u enjoyed this ( I apologize if klitz sounds too ooc it was my first time writing for him ) don’t forget to drink some water👹

[mddlbro]

✿ HMMM ramuda & jiro, gentaro & dice, aaaand musuu & jiro/ichiro how about :D

SEND “ ✿ ” FOR 2 HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP.

​ramuda & jiro:

✿ Since Ramuda and Jiro became closer, Ramuda has had to endure Jiro’s constant barrage of annoying text messages! Like most teens, Jiro is glued to his phone 24/7, sending Ramuda funny TikToks throughout the day. From awful memes to the latest music and fashion trends he wants to share, he can’t resist. “Check out this guy’s gear! Absolute 🔥 streetwear/techwear @ Harajuku!” he texts, along with a selfie of someone decked out in the latest fashion.

✿ When Jiro has an event coming up, he sends Ramuda a few quick selfies of his outfit to get some advice before heading out. “Do you think this is too much? We can skip the plaid, right? But it’s my favorite! 🥺”

✿ In a modern AU, Jiro often turns to Ramuda for advice about his crush(es), trusting him because Ramuda has plenty of experience in that area.

✿ Since they don’t see each other often, Jiro sometimes sends Ramuda short video vlogs of his daily life, capturing the crazy shenanigans he gets into with friends or just being silly for Ramuda’s amusement. He even edits the videos quite well!

gentaro & dice:

✿ In a platonic context, when Dice stays over, he always wakes up before Gentaro. Quietly tidying up, he makes Gentaro a light breakfast and tea before heading out, taking the trash with him. Dice leaves little sticky notes for Gentaro: one on the fridge that says “Milk’s low,” another on the microwave reading “Food’s here. Warm up. Eat,” and one on the front door that says, “Borrowed money from the counter! Thanks, man! Enjoy your day~ :)”

✿ In a romantic setting, when Gentaro wears loose-fitting clothes that reveal a hint of skin, Dice can’t help but stare. His gaze lingers more than usual, and Gentaro will take notice. Dice often tries to make skin contact, slyly running his fingers up Gentaro’s arm if he’s wearing a sleeveless shirt. “You’ve got something stuck on you, riiiight… there! Got it!” he says, pretending to brush something off.

musuu & jiro:

✿ Jiro keeps Musuu updated about his whereabouts and social circle throughout the day. He’s introduced her to his closest friends, who all adore her. Sometimes his friends come over just to see her, which annoys Jiro to no end.

✿ Jiro loves picking up unique snacks from the konbini for Musuu to try, like limited-edition flavors and seasonal treats—think coffee Coca-Cola, spiced ginger ale, nuclear ramen, and pickle ice cream.

✿ In a modern AU, Jiro enjoys putting on mini performances for his mom in the living room, playing any guitar cover she requests. When writing lyrics, he always asks Musuu to proofread his songs and values her input.

musuu & ichiro:

✿ Ichiro is obsessed with collecting figures from gachapon machines. If Musuu mentions liking a specific one, he’ll return the next day with the complete set. “Here, Mom! You said the one on my desk was cute, so I got these for you. I managed to collect all the tired cat gachapon in under 20 tries!!” He’s so proud of himself.

✿ Once a month Ichiro and Musuu have a sitting down to discuss family matters when the boys are out. “Jiro’s grades are slipping again, so I’m going to limit his phone and TV time to help him focus on studying.” He adds, “Saburo’s doing well academically, but he’s struggling socially to make friends, and I’m worried about that.” Together, they find solutions to their concerns, and Ichiro is grateful not to be alone in this.

✿ Every weekend, Ichiro brings Musuu fresh flowers from the market and picks up her favorite tea, snacks, and foods during grocery trips.

✿ Ichiro often stays up or falls asleep on the living room couch while waiting for Musuu to come home from work, especially if she’s working late. He gets anxious when she takes longer than she mentioned and debates whether to go out looking for her. “Did something happen?” he worries, plagued by bad thoughts of whether Musuu will vanish again.

[sebsxphia]

Thinking about Rhett and single!mom. How he would absolutely love and adore their children as if they were his own, and how much he would adore them. Spending mornings before the kids get up whisper sweet words and affirmations into their ear and holding them close to his body

ughhh this concept has plagued my mind ever since the wonderful @withahappyrefrain bought it to life 🥹

you ever get a concept or a hc that you can see so clearly and fitting that character so well?? yeah. this is definitely one for rhett. he really would adore them as if they were his own 🥺

thank you so much for this wonderfully sweet thought dear anon!! 💌

[thatswhatijustsaid]

I’m so sorry you have covid!! That’s just the worst! When my mom and I had it back in January, there was a two day streak where we just…went insane. Rest up and drink plenty of fluids! Don’t feel bad if you start feeling better and after just thirty minutes of being outside you need a nap because we were like that for a few days after.!

💕Thanks so much for the kind words of advice, you make me feel so cared for 🥺

Today was the first day I was able to go out for a walk and not come home and take a five hour nap to recharge, so I think the plague is on its way out. Hopefully I can get back to life soon (and get back to writing)

[youngbloody]

Requested by nctxtwice

"You remembered." You breathe out beacuse you were flustered that your friend remember your birthday while your dear boyfriend forget it. "Yes i remember, idiot now blow the candles. "He says showing his charming eye smile. Jisung bit inside of his cheek wondering how on earth he forgot your birthday. But its not entirely his fault. He has been under a lot of pressure lately. You study all day saying that you have important tests coming up. He can't help but follow you everywhere you go secretly. Of course it can't be considered as stalking since he's your boyfriend.

Who the hell jeno think he is? He just want to punch him. But it took him everything not to.

As you were busy talking with your friends and thanking jeno for his surprise. His efforts of buying you a cake and giving you such heart warming surprise melt your heart. "Thank you so so much. It means a lot to me. God i think I'm gonna cry." You laughed with him. But all while you feel like you've forgotten something. This is when you realize that your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. You look around to see your boyfriend. "Has anyone seen jisung?" You asks, only getting your friends shaking their head.Just then your mobile phone vibrated in your jeans. It was text from your jisung.

Sungie<3:Come home right now.

You wonder why did he go home all of sudden? When he was standing beside you a while ago. You didn't reply to his text but it was seen by you.

Sungie<3:hey why aren't you replying??

Sungie<3:hello??

Sungie<3:??

The messages were getting seen by you but you weren't replying. What's gotten into him? You thought he had never spam before before.

You:I'm sorry jisung. But I'll be coming late tonight.

Jisung took a deep breathe so he wouldn't get burst. You really are testing him jisung thought smirking while shaking his head.

Sungie<3:But babe I've prepared a surprise for you🥺🥺

You smile slightly because he didn't even wish you earlier. It must be a part of his surprise.

You:oh ic. On my way babe ;)

Jisung raise his eyebrow at your text. He's not even there then why are you so happy? You must be really getting along with jeno. Gosh hate those guys who hit on others girlfriend jisung thought. Jisung lay down on the couch and check your location. Did you just lie to him? Or are you really coming? How dare you smiling at other man when he was standing beside you? He'll make sure that you get what you deserve for hurting his feelings like this. He can't even focus on anything when his mind is plague with you being with someone else. He sits up from the couch and go to drawers where he has kept his cigarette along with lighter. He give up on it when he find out that you don't like people who smoke. Placing cancer stick between his plump lips, he light up the it's end with lighter. He ran to the balcony to take smoke. Of course he didn't want to welcome you by smell of cigarettes. Even though you deserve it but he didn't.

You hurriedly say goodbye to your friends and even say sorry for leaving early. You were impatiently waiting for the bus. You wonder what's taking it so long? Just then a car stopped in front of you. You've seen this car around couple of times. "Hey y/n waiting for the bus?" Ask jungwoo. He's your senior at college. He's been nothing but nice to you. You slightly bend down as you clutch on your bag. "Oh hello, yeah I'm waiting for my bus." "Want a lift?" He ask, smiling like a cute puppy. "Oh no it's fine." You says politely try to reject his offer. "Oh C'mon i insist. "He pleaded. You bite your lower lip before replying "Alright." You says opened the door and getting in with him. You told him the address. He laughs saying that he was going through that way anyways. You have a good conversation with him. You ask him where was he headed to? He smile and says that he was going to see his mother. The way he talked about his mom you were sure that he really loved his home. You saw a familiar place around you. The car come to halt and you thank him before leaving his car.

What you didn't see was your boyfriend looking at you waving goodbye to whoever was in car. He has seen this car. This belonged to someone in his class. What was his name? Jungwon? Jihoon? He didn't remember his name but he knows him. And now jisung is beyond angry at you. He was about to bake a cake for you but he didn't even want to wish you. He needs to teach you a good lesson.

"I'm home~" you say out loud, but soon you were welcomed by the reek of cigarettes. You expected to be welcomed by beautiful decorations and cake but didn't want this all. "Ugh this smell. Park Jisung where are you?" You call out for him as you go further inside the house. Throwing your bag on the couch, you found him standing in the balcony. "Jisung what the hell is this?" You says from behind. He lazily turn around to see you and smirks. He let go of cancer stick from his hand and stomp on it. He close the balcony door and come towards you. "Did you have a lot of fun?"(italics)he says. You stare at him wondering what has gotten into sweet jisung today. Why he's acting bold of all of sudden? "Yes i did." You replied. "But where's your surprise? And why are you smoking, sungie i don't like it." He feels his anger vanishing away when you said his nickname. But hell no he's not going to fall for it. "Who dropped you here on car?" Jisung ask taking a step closer to you. "Oh it was jungwoo. He's my senior just like you are." "But he's not your boyfriend just like me." He mocked you smiling. "What? Are you jealous?" You laughed a little. "Is this funny to you?" Jisung place his large palm on each side of your face. "You must be thinking that your boyfriend is a loser who did nothing for you. When one friend of yours prepare birthday surprise for you. And other one wanting to give you a lift." You are used to seeing his soft brown orbs but not to his this menacing stare. "No jisung it's not like this-" but you were cut off by him. "Babe trust me, I'm a man and i know why guys do this kind of things. Thy didn't do it out of kindness they always want something in return." He speak airliy. "Stop being ridiculous, jisung. "You reply as he continues.

"So tell me what have been giving those guys?"

This is when it hit you. First you find the jealous nature of your boyfriend cute. But you don't think it's cute anymore. Through his words it's obvious that's he's accusing. You raise your hand and placed a hard slap on his face. "Fuck you, jisung. I didn't even know you smoked until today. We're done. "You yell at him. As you continues to walk back to front door with your now blurry vision.

As you reach at the front door, jisung blocked your way. "Y/n please I'm sorry. List-" "Jisung move. I don't want to hear anything. "You really didn't want to make your day any more worse as it already is. "Please y/n babe, i didn't mean to say that. Forgive me I'm really really sorry. "Jisung plead to you. "Are you done? Now move." You say as jisung stared at you with concern. Is this gonna be over due to his jealousy?

"Did you Forgive me?" He blinks his eyes. "Oh god. Yes i did. Now please let me pass through the door." You were getting frustrated at his behavior. "Oh then you don't need to go anywhere." Jisung simply smiles. "What do you mean?" You hissed. "Because we're together again. "He again forced a smile on his face. "Hell no, we're not together anymore. "

"Shut up! Stop being so pathetic! It was just an agreement. Why don't you just calm down!"

Jisung yelled each word as he kept pushing you back. Now you are really getting scared of his behavior. You lose your balance and fell on floor. "Jisung.." your voice trembled as you saw him unbuckling his belt....